T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE Y2K
Twas the night before Y2K,
and all through the nation,
We awaited The Bug, the millenium sensation.
The chips were replaced in computers with care,
In hopes that ol' Bugsy wouldn't stop there.
While some folks could think they were snug in
their beds, others had visions of dread in
their heads. And Ma with her PC and I with my Mac
had just logged on the Net and kicked back with a
snack,
When over the server there arose such a clatter,
I called Mister Gates to see what was the matter.
But he was away, so I flew like a flash,
off to my bank to withdraw all my cash.
When what with my wandering eyes should I see?
My good old Mac looked sick to me.
The hack of all hackers was looking so smug,
I knew that it must be the Y2K Bug!!!
His image downloaded in no time at all,
he whistled and shouted, "Let all systems fall!!"
Go Intel! Go Gateway! Now HP! Big Blue!
Everything Compaq, and Pentium, too!
All processors big, all processors small,
Crash away! Crash away! Crash away all!!
All the controls that planes need for their flights,
all microwaves, trains, and all traffic lights.
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out through the modem, he came with a bound.
He was covered with fur, and slung on his back
was a sackful of virus, set for attack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
As midnight approached, though, things soon became
scary.
He had a broad little face and a round little belly,
and his sack filled with virus quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump, perpetually grinning,
and I laughed when I saw him though my hard drive
stopped spinning.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know a new feeling of dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
he changed all the clocks, then turned with a jerk.
With a twitch of his nose, and a quick little wink,
all things electronic soon went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system, to the next folks on line,
he caused such a disruption, could this be a sign?
Then I heard him exclaim, with a loud, hearty cry,
Happy Y2K to all, Kiss your PC's goodbye!!!
How Beautiful the Turning of the Year
How beautiful the turning of the year!
A moment artificial yet profound:
Point upon an arbitrary chart
Passing like a breath upon the heart,
Yearning with anticipation wound,
New hope new harbored in old-fashioned cheer.
Even when the boundary line is clear,
We recognize the oneness of the ground.
Years, like circles, do not end or start
Except we lay across their truth our art,
Adjusting dates as they go round and round
Revolving to a tune long sung and dear.
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